[se] the poems we write

Evie

Come rest your bones next to me
And toss all your thoughts out to the sea

Evie titters an anxious, thoughtful sound at the point he makes. It would be all too easy to sit and fret, but she takes a slow breath in and releases it with mindful intent, only broken by the automatic wrinkle of her nose when his own exhale stirs her hair in the way he often does to tease her. Tilting her head sideways to rest against his, Evie drops an arm to lay it over his, and squeezes gently at his wrist.

"Time reveals all. All we can do is try to gather more information, and shore up our defenses." The rest will only run them in circles, tire them, make them suspicious and turn them against each other. Evie refuses to let that happen.

Turning her head slightly, she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "We'll get through it regardless." And even if she cannot promise it outright she will say it all the same in the hopes it will speak it into being. Closing her eyes, she tilts her forehead against his temple and clutches his wrist in one hand and the book with their child's name within it in the other. "I love you."

I'll pull up each of our anchors
So we can get lost, you and me